| OCR Text |
Show I s The Gray Comrades. I i 1 j (l!v C Fox-Smith. I Out of the dust of cities and the di.i j - of men j I I come to the clean spaces of the wide ' ! windy mo. lis. j I laying: "Clad. u my kindred. I come I hither again"-- ! I Saying: ."Hail -iiie.' my-comrades, for! j my he;i r: is yours." J I O voices calling and citing in ihe slvid- f I ows gray. . i I Telling the dear tfde.s that Were loi.g I I since told ; I I jv'i ( pers of sweet metn.iries fto;n a bv- 1 gone day . . , ' ! 'J Kind lKmniifi'l bosoms ar.l lirow s j wise fioin of old: - j 1 C( nturies long ' they ha ve listeiied I the four winds' race: ! ' They hearken the puny : laining of a I little world's ann.'y: I j They, have known ear'h in the making. I they live from age unto age. j Yet remember an hour's sorrow and a : moment's joy. ' "Here," they say. "you Were happy on a morn of spring. I Here sang your heart like a harp that f the wind swept; j I 'Here arc paths that are holy by the I 1 1 ireams they bring. j Here in a giay gloaming you lay ! down and wept." j ! ''Years go by with their burden of what I J once has been. Here is never forgetting on the gray j breast of the moors; if ,h the vo'.eos of friendship thai were i here yestreen! ! i Ah the foot si p beloved koejer.g time ; with yours'"' $ ' !i O n-ise bills and tcr.dei: asiow with i i beacons afar., if That-kindle fi'-es of the ixjst from em-i ; bers fadex3 and gray, : f SCecping our he?rt's lamp burning j j I through. the dark hours that are A i ' I Between tonig-ht's twiligiit and to- morrow's da.;-; i I , Fi'wn The Acadeajy, Novetiiber. .' M j . , - . |
